I found her sitting in our front step, staring at the phone in her hand.
"I thought I heard you! How was the lunch?"
She slowly raised her eyes to me.
"You're constantly pulling on a rope, the pressure never out of your mind, just forever there, and then one day, the other end just vanishes, and suddenly you feel like you've got whiplash from the shift."
She showed me the message saying her horrible, manipulative mother had died.
It was a constant pulling in her life.
But it turned out to be keeping her from falling off the cliff.
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